I love cheerleader Momo! I Love cheerleader Momo! I LOVE cheerleader Momo!
And I can't believe there isn't any Momo cheerleader smut?! Had to fix that, although admittedly this got a little weird. Originally it was supposed to be a super smutty porn without plot (pwp), but it turns out I'm incapable of writing pure pwp. So this ended up becoming a kind of prequel for a longer nsfw piece I had planned to write for nsfw week but ended up putting on the back burner to finish at a later date.
The idea for this prequel came from the idea that most shonen manga have time skips where the main protagonists go through intense training that supposedly takes everyone else 4+ years to complete in 2. Basically, Todoroki is about to enter one of those time skips and before that gets a little motivation to help him train.
Anyways, this is dedicated to those few people who asked in my last nsfw fic, Dose of Courage, for a fic with Momo being the aggressor, including my friend Senterra. In truth, I don't see Momo as the type to come onto Todoroki unless some external circumstances pushed her there. So I spent a long time trying to think of different plots that could allow Momo to be the pursuer and came up with this. For those of you who asked for it, I hope this scratches that itch?
Kudos to FlourChildWrites for betaing.
"Yaoyorozu—we can't..."
Shouto bit back a low groan as Yaoyorozu kissed the side of his mouth. Her lips traveled up his jawline, and she ran her tongue along the sensitive patch of skin underneath his ear, making him tremble.
He closed his eyes. Shouto's blood pounded in his veins as Yaoyorozu pressed closer, molding her curves into the hard plains of his. Her tongue flicked against his skin before sucking, and Shouto gasped, his eyes closing in pleasure.
He dropped his head against her shoulder. "Yaoyorozu…"
His hands rose to skim over the exposed skin of her waist that the orange cheerleading uniform failed to cover, unsure whether he wanted to push her away or drag her closer.
Kami, did she feel good.
Shouto couldn't deny that he wanted this. More than anything, he wanted to touch and be touched by Yaoyorozu. Wanted to feel her flesh as he slid his hands under the short cheerleading skirt to grasp her ass or for her long legs to wrap around his waist as he picked her up but-
Sometimes what one desired wasn't what one needed. And if he was going to defeat Dabi, Shouto needed to become a true hero—a hero like All Might.
And true heroes didn't dream about their friends this way.
When the quirk hit him, Shouto wasn't prepared for how real everything would look.
Shouto blinked, assessing his surroundings.
The room was unremarkable yet vaguely familiar. Four large tables sat in the center, surrounded by green folding chairs. Stacked along the back were a few metal lockers. And the purple and white walls were bare except for a clock and black PA box.
Shouto turned around slowly. Behind him, two collapsible tables topped with water bottles and fresh towels sat next to the room's only exit.
A sudden realization dawned on him. Shouto looked down, eyes widening. His hero uniform had been replaced by the standard blue and white fabric of U.A.'s gym uniform.
He was back at the sports festival.
Shouto's stomach twisted. Aizawa and the 88th ranked pro hero, Ms. Motivation had informed them that her quirk created dream-like hallucinations based on their subconscious' wishes. The dreams were supposed to provide motivation for their upcoming training but…
Why was Shouto here?
Behind him, the PA system crackled to life. Shouto looked up as Present Mic's voice rang through the room.
"Laaaaadies and Gentlemeeeeen, we will be back after an hour break for the next match! The school's most popular first year, Todoroki Shouto against–" His loud, obnoxious voice was drowned out by the roar of the crowd. "Make sure you check out the food stalls in the quad and stock up before this exciting showdown!"
The floor rumbled as the crowd cheered.
Shouto stared at the PA box as it fell silent, eyebrows rising. He knew quirks were powerful. Yaoyorozu could create non-living things using lipids from her body, and Eri had the ability to rewind time, but creating a world based purely on his memories was something new, even to him.
Walking over to the nearest table, Shouto lightly rapped his knuckles against the top. The material was solid under his fist. If he didn't know any better, Shouto would've never guessed this was a hallucination.
Utsushimi would be jealous.
Shaking his head, Shouto pushed away his astonishment. He could think about it later. First, he needed to figure out why his subconscious had brought him here. How would coming back to the sports festival help him train to defeat Dabi?
Realistically, the answer was simple. This was the first time he'd accepted his power and used his left side. The first time he'd stepped out of the shadow his father cast over him.
This was his starting line.
Shouto's lips thinned, and he turned towards the door.
Ms. Motivation never said how they would find their incentive, but Shouto figured the waiting room was probably a starting location, like in a game. A safe zone that he'd have to leave in order to find what he was looking for.
He slid his hands into the pockets of his sweats and glanced back at the clock. From Present Mic's announcement, he had an hour to figure out his motivation—that was unless his inspiration was linked to one of his fights?
Shouto frowned. Participating in the sports festival again hardly seemed like adequate encouragement to keep training, but was he really one to judge? Midoriya had been the person who'd forced Shouto to realize that he could still be a hero. Perhaps, if he talked to him, Shouto would figure out what he needed to defeat his brother.
"The future coming down the pipeline is one where all the schmaltz and lip service is gonna get blow away."
Shouto stilled. His chest clenched as Dabi's raspy voice echoed through his mind, squeezing his heart like fingers wrapping around the muscle.
He pulled his left hand out of his pocket and reached up to touch his throat. The burns had healed, but the memory of Dabi's hatred still lingered. Shouto could still feel his brother's blue flames as they scorched his skin and razed the life that Shouto and his family had painstakingly begun to rebuild.
Dabi needed to be stopped.
There was no way around that. Though, after the last battle, it was evident that his father wouldn't be able to do it. Which meant the responsibility of stopping his brother was Shouto's to carry.
He glanced down at his left hand.
Everything had changed since the last sports festival; Shouto had been making progress to become a hero he could be proud of, but was that enough? Dabi had been crafted from the fake hero society that only cared about the strong. To defeat him, Shouto would need to go beyond and become a true hero.
A hero like All Might.
Could he do it? He'd have to. That was what this training was supposed to prepare him for.
Plus Ultra.
Shouto's lips thinned. He dropped his hand and reached out. His fingers curled around the metal door handle. He could think about it later. Standing there wouldn't solve anything. Whatever he was supposed to find in this dream world, it wasn't going to be in this room.
He pulled the door open and froze as all his thoughts about heroes and his brother came crashing to an abrupt halt.
"Yaoyorozu..."
"Todoroki-san!"
Standing before him, yellow pom-poms half raised as if to knock was Yaoyorozu Momo. She was dressed in the orange cheerleading outfit Mineta had tricked her into creating during their last sports festival. And her hair was pulled up into the style Shouto vividly remembered.
Shit.
She even had the green choker around her slender neck.
Yaoyorozu pulled her hand back.
"I'm sorry to bother you," she said, her cheeks reddening. "But I desired to wish you good luck before your next match."
Shouto blinked. "What?" he asked, stupidly.
Yaoyorozu's eyes widened fractionally.
"Not that I think you will require my support!" she added quickly, taking a step closer. Shouto swallowed and forced himself not to notice the low 'v' cut of her cropped top. "You're the most capable, level-headed student of our grade, but Mineta-san was saying …" she trailed off, shoulders slumping. She avoided his gaze.
It was like a cold bucket of water had been poured over his head.
"Mineta," Shouto repeated darkly, his mood immediately souring.
Despite knowing Yaoyorozu could take care of herself, Shouto found himself strangely protective of her. And something dark within him disliked the thought of his classmate talking to Yaoyorozu, much less tricking her into walking around in her cheerleading outfit for other men to see. "What did he say? Did he tell you to come here?"
She brought her pom-poms to her chest in a self-conscious manner as her blush deepened. "Well… he was trying to get me to visit some of the other participants. But…" Yaoyorozu hesitated. Then shook her head as if ridding herself of a thought before taking a deep breath and tipping her chin up to meet his gaze again.
"But don't worry, Todoroki-san," she said firmly. Yaoyorozu straightened, pulling her shoulders back. Her expression morphed into one of confidence. "I wasn't going to let myself be tricked twice by Mineta-san. That's why I'm here."
She smiled brightly and leaned closer. "Because obviously, I'd only wish the one I believe should win the match good luck."
A look of determination shone in her dark eyes, sending a strange warmth throughout Shouto's body and quickening his heartbeat. Yaoyorozu tilted her head to look up at him from underneath her long lashes. "So, I'm sorry to be a bother, but may I intrude?"
Shouto's breath caught, and he stared.
What was going on?
This wasn't what had occurred at the last sports festival. This dream world was rapidly going off track and into territory Shouto had only ever allowed himself to imagine in the dark of night. Alone.
Yet, Shouto couldn't deny that a part of him was excited by that.
Yaoyorozu fidgeted and bit her bottom lip. "If now's not an appropriate time, I can come back?"
Shouto started, snapping out of his stupor. "No, it's fine," he said, stepping aside to allow her to enter.
Yaoyorozu's dark eyes searched his face for a short moment before lowering her gaze and brushing past him and into the room. Her perfume smelled faintly of roses and chamomile, just as in the real world.
Shouto's blood pounded faster in his veins.
Yaoyorozu walked over to the folding table and placed her pom-poms down. Her skirt swished around her long legs, and Shouto had to force himself to not stare at the low waistband of her skirt where the soft swell of her hips disappeared.
Stray thoughts Shouto had been attempting to ignore since she first appeared floated to the forefront of his mind. And he couldn't help but wonder what she'd feel like if he touched her. If he kissed her. If he tasted her.
Shouto swallowed thickly, and flexed his hand.
He needed to calm down. These weren't the thoughts of a hero.
It was the situation. Seeing her in the cheerleading uniform again brought back memories of the first time he thought of her as more than a classmate—when he jerked himself off behind the stadium during the break at the last sports festival.
The realization struck him like a punch to the gut. Shouto's stomach twisted viciously.
Was this a cruel joke? Was Yaoyorozu dressed as a cheerleader supposed to be his inspiration? If it was, it was 100% the wrong kind of inspiration he needed.
'My quirk pulls on your subconscious desires to create whatever it is you need to see or experience to get you in the right mindset.'
The right mindset to do what, exactly? Not defeat Dabi, that's for sure.
Shouto's mind reeled. Was this his fault? No. It couldn't be it. Shouto thought back to the moments before Ms. Motivation had used her quirk and was fairly positive he hadn't been thinking about Yaoyorozu. So then, was this a test?
Ms. Motivation and Aizawa never said finding their incentive to fight would be straightforward. Shouto's mouth went dry.
But that didn't make sense. Even in a dream world Yaoyorozu was the smartest person he knew. A true hero, the same as Midoriya. Was it wrong to at least hear her out? Perhaps she could give him a clue on figuring out his motivation. The cheerleading uniform must be some sort of fringe benefit.
"Todoroki-san, is everything alright?" Yaoyorozu asked, turning to face him.
Shouto started, realizing that he was staring. "Yeah." He took a deep breath to calm his racing heart and turned to close the door. "What did you want to talk about? Is it about what Mineta said?"
"Well, sort of." Yaoyorozu's hand moved up to the loose pieces of hair framing her face and tucked the strands behind her ear. "Like I said before, I want to wish you good luck before your next match." Wetting her lips, she inhaled unsteadily. Before glancing back up at him from underneath her long lashes, and Shouto forgot how to breathe.
A blush was coloring her cheeks, but her onyx eyes were dark and glittering with fiery resolve. Shouto couldn't bring himself to back away as she stepped closer.
"And..." Yaoyorozu gave him a small bashful smile. He could feel the heat of her body through the thin material of his jacket. "I've heard that the best luck is through a kiss. So, please excuse me."
Before Shouto could comprehend what was happening, she placed her hands on his chest and leaned forward, touching her lips to his.
Well, I admit, I'm pretty self-conscious about this piece and how weird it became. Please let me know your thoughts. Do you hate it? Like it? Neutral? As always, I really appreciate kudos, bookmarks, subscriptions, and comments.